Once There Were Wolves

There is cruelty to survive, to fight against, but there is gentleness more than anything, our roots deep and entangled.

You don’t have to be a victim to care,” she says. “You just have to have empathy in bucket loads.”

A grin split her face. “It’s wolves, baby. Fucking wolves.” And

All creatures know love.

She’s not a person, who understands right and wrong. You can’t be angry with an animal, can’t hate it, get revenge upon it. That doesn’t make sense.

I feel wolf; I am forgetting myself.

Good boy,” I say, over and over, “darling boy,” as he slips away.

isn’t that the way of animals, to break your heart with their courage, with their love.

“Love only makes things more dangerous.”

Three hungry, adult wolves who can smell these creatures and their pulsing warm blood, and don’t yet know them from any other.